Author: santiagocaprio

The -Inhabited- Threshold

A few days ago I came across one of our projects again. It's a garden at dusk, the light low and golden, a group of people talking among the trees, the same space a couple uses in the morning, sitting on a large stone, or later in the day, when a friend leans comfortably against a lit doorway. No one is fully inside or fully outside the house, they're in that in-between that has no name of its own but that...